A Fire Inside

For the past couple years I’ve been visiting a local acupuncturist and have always come away with a great book recommendation or an insight into the body & mind that I tend to rush home and research the shit out of, out of sheer curiosity, but also out of fascination. Our bodies are really these incredibly unique vessels for this journey we’re on and more recently I discovered my own constitution is comprised of a little metal, a little wood, but mostly of the element fire. 
In an effort too ground myself in a little more of the earth element I sit each morning, opting to instead wander around my brain in meditation, moving energy up & down the spine. Lately in doing so I’ve been getting stuck at this one spot – the third chakra – located just above the belly button. Its element, unironically enough, is also fire.  
The power source for self-determination, and what I feel is a complete misunderstanding of the ego, is rooted here – I’ve misplaced my own anxiety inducing vulnerability next to the human need to assert ourselves over each-other, to take what’s ours at whatever the cost and who’s to tell you otherwise. Our energy has been pushed down into the lower chakras containing self-gratification & self-preservation, and with nowhere for this energy to flow, it’s been a toxic drip, draining into a well we all come to draw from and follow our carbon footprints back home..
The pursuit of our own lives with complete disregard for another is this fire inside.
We are hybrids of empathy & need, take what you can ethically, walking contradictions of consumption that how do we even begin to give back everything we’ve been given the opportunity to take. Performative Environmentalism plagues me, the need to believe the daily decisions we make regarding what to eat and where to buy can suffice our appetite as to why even try – there is power in a collective whole, but to believe in it without action is where I’m finding my line.
Kimberle Crenshaws' template for Intersectional Environmentalism really resonated with me this past Summer - the connection between Environmental Justice & Racial Equality and how “I Can’t Breathe” is echoing throughout communities that we are systematically pushing off the cliff into an ocean that no longer supports the idea that all boats rise with the tide.
We are all accountable for our actions.
I acknowledge that bringing a tote bag to the grocery store to purchase my vegan cheese and then recycling my bottle of kombucha isn’t enough – I’m starting with this note to hold myself accountable to this adventure – to further explore these topics I’ve touched on and to share my thoughts without fear of judgement..